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The sky hung low, a canvas of soft dull blue bleeding into purple hues. A chill wind swept between them, carrying the scent of dead roses and iron. Dazai stood amidst the gloom, his bandaged form stark against the darkness. “..lovely day isn’t it,” he murmured, voice cold yet melodic, eyes hidden behind white paint. “This place is such a sorrow glooming view…The smell is divine, dead roses… and blood wine..” He offered a faint, enigmatic smile to you.